"What took you so long?" Michael was sitting on the edge of his bed when I got back. All our books were closed and organised in two piles on the carpet.
"I'm too short to reach the glasses." I admitted. Feeling my cheeks flush, I averted my eyes to the floor.
I was standing in front of Michael, he reached up and lifted my chin with his fingers so that I was looking him in the eyes. He pat the bed next to him, motioning for me to sit down. I took a seat beside him, but still averted my eyes. A feeling was growing in my stomach, an odd feeling, quickly spreading into my heart, making it race. This time the feeling was not pleasant, like the butterflies I get around Blake. This was an unpleasant feeling.
It was guilt.
But why was I feeling guilty, it's not like I'm dating either of them.
Michael reached over and slid my hand into his. His hand was warm, and he covered my hand with his other one as well. Now I couldn't help but look at him. His eyes were full of emotion, he must really care about me. All I could feel was guilt. It was burning through me like a wildfire.
"Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" He told me, his cocky smile. I shook my head. "Well you are. And I'd be the happiest guy ever if you'd be my girlfriend." Michael flashed his classic smile at me. I felt sick.
"Oh." Was all I could choke out through my tight throat. I felt the word scrape along my throat on the way out.